Innocence is a pall
which covers the eyes
from the truth.
She gazed lovingly at herself
grinning, what a lovely thing!
Oh, that a thousand strings
should sound together so harmoniously!
In this form she could do anything.
The demon slept, dormant
in the recesses of the mind.
A day of fate
a day of rainclouds
a day of tragic awakening.
The poor girl arose
bright-eyed, gleaming with vitality.
The demon stirred,
opened one eye lazily, then the other.
Wings, huge dark wings
taloned wings
snapped impatiently.
The demon arose
hungry for prey.
She gazed lovingly at herself--
what a glorious shell!
But--
oh dear.
The demon swooped down,
landed on the girl
and wrenched her eyes open.
What imperfection!
What flaws!
What a hideous creation!
The pall had been lifted,
the demon roamed free.
She poked
She prodded
She hid.
She longed to close her eyes again
but the demon kept them open.
It gnashed its teeth,
it fed on dreams,
it laid eggs of destruction in the mind.
She covered her ugliness
with earthly palls,
hid away from the world.
But the demon,
the fertile demon and its cursed eggs,
remained.
A time bomb of inevitability
had been placed,
waiting for detonation.
Cracking, pecking,
feebly emerging,
the eggs were broken to reveal
little hideous monsters,
more vicious together
than the demon itself.
The shells littered the ground--
the girl
poor girl
left naked, shivering
among shards of the wall
she had built to hide in.
At first the demons were quiet,
feeding off of the girl
slowly watching her decay
but then the whispering began.
Everything she did was wrong.
The demons told her so.
They ate her away
until she was a skeleton,
a shadow of herself.
They became her.
The corridors of her mind
were occupied by demon mass,
they were everywhere!
They twisted everything
into a hellish nightmare.
She longed to wake up.
Pinch, pinch, pinching
pain would shake her free.
If only she were alive again,
the monsters would let her be!
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